lunch trays

Our conversation could swim laps around yours. It does backstrocks, butterflies, flips and kicks. We dive through the water and cut back up to other side, chop and float with minimum effort. But then youre there and I am here on a pillow. The pillow, the yellow pillow, the perfect yellow pillow island. When I was girl I was afraid to shave my legs because I did not want to grow up. I went to highschool, got some awards, and ate lunches on red trays. In college my stomache did butterflies, flips, and kicks in water, my stomache in dark night water, water where no one can breathe.